Barbie Transformation

Building the foundation

(This one is quite boring, but please understand that I am building the foundation to get to the most important update which will be posted in a few days! PAY CAREFUL ATTENTION.
I warn you now.
UNEDITED)

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Upon arriving at the Grand Hotel, a conceirge immediately helps Lexi out of the car, "Good afternoon, Miss Heart. Your suite is vacant, as requested, along with two makeup artists and two closet artists. Is there anything else you need?"
Lexi shakes her head solemnly, "No, Rodrick. Please escort them to their suite and give them everything they need. This is Hunter, my new scholar and I have a good feeling about his work, so pay him with special care. Sooner or later he might be famous." She winks.
"Right. As for you, Mr Grey, I expect you to immediately begin painting for your first art expedition coming up at the end of this month. Jackson will be at the warehouse, too. And," Lexi glances at me and then looks down at her phone as though totally disinterested, "Emily, I suggest you go take a walk around Seattle. It's your new home."
"Thank you, Lexi. We really appreciate-,"
"No need." Lexi holds up her hand to Hunter, "One final thing; you'll be getting your very own assistant to help organise your calendar. I think his name is Carl. Your life isn't going to be the same, Mr Grey. Being selected into my Art Constitution is a very tough industry and I'm afraid there won't be much time to chitter-chatter. So, get along with it. I have a meeting to attend to."

When Lexi gets back into the car, I turn to Hunter.
"I don't like her."
He just smiles, "She isn't that bad. I think she's actually kind of cool."
After Roderick takes us to our suite, I'm immediately surrounded by two thin women.
One of them has bright red, frizzy hair and her skin is quite dark. She holds up a comb in her hand with a disgusted expression, "My name is Ava, I'm your make-up artist and your hair is giving me a migraine. Sit down."
I roll my eyes but oblige, "I'm Emmerson... Look, I really don't need a make-up artist. Im fine."
Ava gasps, "This is hideous, look at this blue! Oh honey, you really do need me."
Hunter is separated from me so he can get his own haircut. After an awful six hours of getting my hair pulled and dyed and a redo of my closet, I'm absolutely exhausted.
When I look in the mirror, I nearly gasp. My hair is a beautiful white/blonde colour and my eyes seem like they're glowing by the boldness of the eyeliner and mascara on my face. I look perfect.

A knock abruptly shakes me out of my admiration and I quickly get out of my chair, despite my closet artist, Kat's, request of choosing more outfits. When I reach the door, a short man wearing a bow-tie and a tuxedo smiles at me.
"Hello, dear! I'm your assistant, Carl. Are you Hunter?" He asks, his white teeth nearly blinding me. I shake my head, "Im his girlfriend, Emmerson."
He shrugs, "Well, anyway... I've just received a text from Cami who got a text from Rob, who got a text from Amy who got the text from Jamie saying that there's an art exhibition tomorrow night. It's compulsory for you and Hunter to be there. It's one of the top exhibitions around, of which only elite members can attend to. Lexi said for Hunter to absolutely go, so I'm guessing that means you, too."
I shrug, "I gue-,"
"Great!" He interrupts me, "I'll have the driver fetch you at seven!"
The door shuts in my face.
This is getting absolutely crazy...
"So, Emmerson! How about this dress, then? I think it would do perfectly for a Sunday evening to relax. These heels would match it, too." Kat explains and points at the outfit.
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"Hunter, what am I supposed to do today?" I ask as I sit in my chair the very next morning, waiting for Ava to finish off putting makeup on my face.
"Just... I don't know, Emmerson. How about you take a quick look at the warehouse and then walk around town or something?" Hunter suggests, spiking his hair up.

"I should get a job." I blurt and Ava turns my head to another position so she can put more eyeliner on.
"Actually," Ava intervenes, "You could get into modelling? You have the perfect face, like a realistic barbie, you know? I work for an agency which might be interested in you. We do covers for a lot of magazines."
My eyebrows perk up, "Really? You'll have to take me there today, then."
"Aye aye, captain." Ava agrees.
Somebody bursts into the room, "Good morning, my chipmunks! Carl's in the house! So, Hunter, today is your working day which means you have nothing on your schedule until tonight at seven; you must attend a gallery exhibition." He comes up to me and explains.
"I'm Emmerson." I remind him with a giggle.
He slaps his forehead, "Of course you are!" He turns around to Hunter and repeats the sentence again.
"And Emmerson, you're invited to go to a Socialette Party. It's basically filled with a bunch of rich, snobby girls who like to judge the new ones. Just... Don't cry in front of them; they will use that against you forever, trust me. I worked for this girl once and she went-,"